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Don’t like to mention my dreams too often here but I woke up this morning from one where I had just put on an album on an old record player and the first song was Frank Sinatra singing the Aretha Franklin classic Chain of Fools, a song I am pretty sure Sinatra never covered. He did a pretty good job with it in my dream.

I didn’t have to think too much about where this dream originated.  Watching the craziness that goes along with this completely dysfunctional White House and everything that is related to it, especially the ongoing Russian investigation, is mind-boggling.  The ineptitude, greediness and sheer ignorance  that reveals itself on a daily basis is totally nuts, especially yesterday’s manic meltdown on national television by Sam Nunberg, a former aide to the person some folks still consider to be the president of these United States.

You can see it all beginning to crumble and fall apart before your eyes. It’s like sitting in a huge stadium where the entire field is filled with standing dominoes. As you watch nothing seems to be happening for the longest time. Nothing is moving. Then at the edge you notice a tiny shift and suddenly dominoes are falling in what seems to be large chunks in every direction.

As all of this is happening, the obnoxious stadium announcer is yelling over and over, “Fake News!”

And in the blink of an eye, it is over.

I have a feeling that is what we are watching at the moment. The tiny shift at the edge of the pattern has taken place.

The dominoes are tumbling.

So, first thing this morning, I  get into the studio and find a version of Aretha’s Chain of Fools with the lyrics shown.  As it plays, I am struck how the words of the song could apply to the people who thought this was a good idea in the first place, those folks who voted to turn this country into the world’s largest dumpster fire. Fools backing a fool and a liar.

The chain of fools- and I think I am being kind to say that they are just fools- has been broken.

Couldn’t find a Sinatra version so give a listen to Aretha and pay attention to the lyrics.

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GC Myers- In the DreamlightI’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

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This is another new painting that is slated for my annual show, Part of the Pattern, at the Principle Gallery which opens June 3.  I call this piece, a 36″ by 12″ canvas, In the Dreamlight.  It has, at least to my eye, a contrasting feeling of vague dreaminess along with one of ultra-clarity.  Kind of like the feeling of those dreams that I have had that linger with me for years afterward.

I think we may have all had those dreams, those visions that reveal some mystery and spark some sort of inner questioning.  I still vividly remember several dreams from my childhood and, much like Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights character Catherine’s words shown above, they have altered the color of my mind.

Often, I find myself flashing back to those dreams, rerunning and experiencing once again portions of them in my present mind.  They are often enigmatic and filled with a mystery that begs to be answered.  And my mind believes they are answerable if I look long and hard enough.

In some ways I believe that is the purpose of my work– to somehow uncover the answers to these dreamed questions.  If the dreams are symbolic, might not the answer be found in a like symbolism?

As it is with all so  many things, I don’t know the answer.  But this painting reminds me of that feeling, that sense of being so near to the center of the mystery yet never quite being able to truly know the answer.

But maybe if I look once more, I will see what I’m seeking…

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Dreaming

Woke up late this morning, tired from a night filled with irritating dreams.  Not horrifying.  Not filled with tension.  Just irritating.  Many, many fast-paced scenarios of things that just bugged me but were of no consequence, like trying to rake leaves with a rake whose handle keeps coming loose.   I woke once after one such episode and was angry for having been disturbed from my sleep for such an irksome little nothing.

As a result, I find myself here this morning with little to say but still a little peeved about my dreams of last night.  I wish I had experienced better dreams, even scary ones, so my mind would be at least somewhat sparked.  I’ve had some great dreams over the years but I can’t share them.  Too personal and in some cases, too startling  and a bit disturbing.

The one dream that still lingers in my memory is one that occurred many years ago when I was a child, perhaps 8 or 9 years old.  It was an odd dream, very calm and quiet but filled with a tension I couldn’t identify.  It was a short scene that took place in a very narrow space, perhaps only 4 foot wide,  with a wall on the right hand side from the viewpoint I had in the dream and  windows with sheer curtains on the left that let in bright, almost white sunlight.  In this little space there was a small girl, bathed pale in the white light, who looked at me curiously but without fright.  At this point, my viewpoint in the dream shifted from the person looking at the girl to that of the girl looking at me.  From her viewpoint I saw myself as a Nazi soldier with that distinct helmet and winter coat.  There was a feeling that I, now the girl, had been discovered in my hiding place but that the soldier was not the threat.

It was an odd dream and one that has haunted me for several decades.  I wonder if I was indeed the girl or the soldier and what the circumstances were meant to signify.   I had the dream at a point when I didn’t have a tremendous store of knowledge about World War II or Nazis or the ways that Jewish families hid in the war so as time passed the dream evolved from one of pure scene and feeling to one filled with more symbology.  Yet, I still wonder about that Nazi soldier and see that light-filled space as clearly I did over forty years ago.

I doubt that I will remember any of last night’s pain-in-the -ass dreams forty minutes from now.

Dreams!

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Vortex GC MyersThis is a new piece that I just finished.  I really don’t have a title for it as of yet and am still in the process of deciphering it for myself.

In the studio, this is a very striking painting but is probably a piece that won’t show up as well on the screen as it does in person, which is often the case with a lot of my work.  My photography of the work often doesn’t capture the sense of depth into the piece that I think is an important aspect of my paintings.  There is sometimes a flattening of the surface that just doesn’t translate the real feel of every piece.

One comment I hear quite often at openings is that the work is so much more impressive in person than in print or on a computer screen.  I don’t know if that is the result of of my capabilities as a photographer or if it has anything to do with the appearance of the work itself but it something I try to improve on an ongoing basis.

As for this painting, I am very much reminded by it of a dream I had about twelve years back that was both disturbing and exhilarating at once, one that is still vivid in memory.  It took place in a darkened space in what appeared to be a museum of some sort.  At a certain point I came to a  doorway at the center of the space.  I was warned not to enter it.  The person who warned me, who I couldn’t make out, called it the Van Gogh Spiral. As I entered, there were these bursts of rich colors that all came together in the form of a downward spiral, and I descended the spiral as one might go down a large spiral staircase.   As I came around the bend in each new layer, imagery would flash before my eyes becoming stranger and stranger the further I went, a sort of symbolic descent into some sort of madness, some nether region.   Without disclosing every detail of it, I can only say that it was a powerful dream which still lingers with me and I see parts of it in the  sky of  this painting.

That said, it makes my objectivity on this piece somewhat suspect.  I’ll probably spend a lot of time over the next few weeks with it visible to me in the studio, trying to determine if it works on its own for me or if it works only because of the personal information I see in it.  Maybe it doesn’t matter.

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